Tuesday, August 28, 2007


I like it when siblings get married, because each new spouse brings with her/him an entire little village of people that I get to know and see at family celebrations, and usually the two-degrees-of-separation people are all exceptionally cool. At least that's how it has worked with all the spouses my siblings and Steve's siblings have chosen thus far. (Pressure's on for you, Austin, to marry a girl with fantastic people.) Lots and lots of happening people--yea, bloggers-- that I encounter just happen to be sisters-in-law of sisters-in-law, or something like that. I love it! If I weren't such a lazy blogger, I would link to many of them. But I'm lazy, so I'll just mention a few. There's NieNie, whom I like to think about when crazy people I know try to tell me that my children will not be normal if I raise them in Provo. Hello!? Nie Nie grew up there and is beyond normal! There's her best friend Reachel, who is the nicest and most fashionably lovely girl I may ever meet -- also a sister-in-law of a sister-in-law. There's the delightful Alice, whom I'd like to book to sing at my funeral. (Are you available, Alice?) There's Wendy from flippinsweet who has the most beautiful and inspiring family, and don't ever sit behind them in church if you want your own kids to look as though they're well-behaved -- they'll skunk you in the well-behaved department. She's the sister of a brother-in-law. Also Debi, with whom I grew up. She is the brave mother of six boys and the sister-in-law of a brother-in-law. There's my dear Eliza from trestresbon who may as well be a member of my family, but is the sister of a sister-in-law. There are more, but you get the idea. That was awfully lazy of me, wasn't it, to not link to them. Sorry.

Anyway, that was a loquacious way to get to the point of this post, which is that Liz, the lovely sister-in-law of my brother-in-law, was very very kind and made me a few headers for my blog. They are awesome. However, I cannot for the life of me get the images to load to my customizable template, so I can't use them. Yet. So I'm posting them here so her efforts were not all in vain, and I will figure it out soon. It's probably a browser thing. Thank you, Liz -- so much!

Monday, August 27, 2007

Cool, cool, not-so-cool, and cool

Mary Sue -- A second mom to my husband in his adolescence, and one of the most lovely women on the planet. To know her is to love her and to want to eat her homemade cookies and sit on her couch and talk with her.

Courtney -- I'm not joking when I say that more than a few people, immediately upon hearing my news that I am moving to Provo, said to me, "You'll hang out with cjane all the time, be her best friend. . . ." The first words out of their respective mouths! Okay, maybe the second, but still! This girl makes quite the impression.

Attention, Universe: I find it wildly amusing and somewhat frightening that three weeks ago (I cannot be held responsible for inexact references to time) I filled out an application on Lending Tree for a mortgage; two weeks and six days ago I talked on the phone at length with Dude from First Magnus who tried with all his might to convince me to forego a conventional loan in favor of an interest only loan (red flag -- why would he do that if a conventional loan is what we need and want!); two weeks and three days ago we decided to hold off on jumping into two mortgages, and to wait on buying a house; two weeks ago First Magnus closed all offices and discontinued funding loans, as in, Dude lost his job, along with all his colleagues; one week and five days ago, First Magnus declared bankruptcy; TODAY, I'm still getting emails from Dude from First Magnus, who wants my business. Um, there ain't no freakin' french fries!! (Just wanted to throw that in. Does anyone know the reference?) Dude, you don't work there anymore! Your company cannot loan me money.

Happy birthday to my cool big brother, who clearly needs to update his blog.

Sunday, August 26, 2007

I don't know what you're talking about

Young? You think we looked young when we got married?

I don't think we've changed a bit.

Thursday, August 23, 2007

What is heaven, you ask?

Heaven is having the UPS man ring your doorbell, being fully dressed, and opening the door to find the most delicious of surprise packages awaiting.

Heaven is a whole box of Godiva chocolates, each one a work of art, and a work of lovely decadence. From your best friend, who's also your sister-in-law, and from your brother, too, because he signed the card by default. Because you told her you'd never had them before. And because she's happy for you that your husband got a new job, even though it will take you far away from her. And because she wants to celebrate your happiness with you in being married for ten years.


Thank you, ever so much, Diana and Neil, for the deliciousness of your love and your chocolate offering. Both are fantastically sweet and incomparable.

{WARNING: DO NOT, under any circumstances, play the YouTube video you will find when you link to Diana and Neil's blog. I repeat, do not play the video. Insanity will ensue. You have been warned.}

{P.S. Steve, please do not feel bad about how I gushed about the chocolates, but not about being married to you in the last post. You ought to know that your love is better than chocolate, better than anything else that I've tried.}

Wednesday, August 22, 2007


Thanks for marrying me, Steve. I love you.

Monday, August 20, 2007

Super Norah Girl

Norah's 9 month photos from, uh, June.

Norah, now. Walking! She's such a superstar. I love this girl so much.

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

Galactagogue, for the win

I've been taking fenugreek for its galactagogic benefits. Galactagogue is one of my new all-time favorite words. Fenugreek makes me smell like maple syrup. As Steve commented, "[Fenugreek] helps with milk production and keeps Norah coming back for more with that winning maple syrup taste."

Steve is so great. One week from today will mark our tenth anniversary. I thought then and I think now that I am the luckiest girl to ever live to have won such a grand prize as my husband. One week ago today Steve was offered a job that will take him far away from the "law firm" life. He has been floating around, all cloud-nine-like, with a perma-grin ever since. His new job is at BYU. We are excited, but in our family, I tend to be the one who makes arrangements and does all things money. I'm nervous about whether our house will ever sell because every which way I turn all I hear about is Dow Jones down two hundred points, subprime market falling out, jumbo mortgage rates at 8 percent, saturated housing market, blah blah blah. What if we buy a new house in Utah, and then have to pay on two mortgages for a year because we can't give away our Phoenix house? Worst-case scenario, but financial risks make me nervous. I think I like other kinds of risk, sometimes.

Anyway, we're moving! That's our news. Utah, for the win.

Thursday, August 09, 2007


Dear Tracy,

I had fun talking to you at Christen's baby shower tonight. You looked smashing, as you always do, in your green shirt and cute necklace. I always enjoy seeing what you have on. Your sense of style has always been keen, but I think you've taken fashion in a new direction lately, ever since you had Ethan, maybe. Do you think having so many boys compels you to be uber-feminine in your wardrobe? I know I dress more femininely now than I used to, but that's not saying much, because I used to go straight to the boys' half of The Gap to buy my clothes. I think I've come a long way. Anyway, you looked cute.

Tell Jacob I'm sorry I haven't been over yet to initiate him into the big, bad world of cub scouts. I keep thinking about him, but Steve has been out of town this week, so I haven't ventured too many places with all the kids. I'm glad he's excited about scouts. The eight-year-old boys are the best! If you ever get called to be the Wolf Den Leader, promise me you won't turn it down, because it's a calling that seems really horrible at first, but is actually one of the best kept secrets in the church. So fun, so easy! The boys are thrilled to do whatever you come up with -- this summer, we rode bikes, we swam, we made patriotic folded thingamajigs -- and the requirements are a cinch! If only I could unload this ward newsletter gig I have, my life would be a breeze, callings-wise, anyway.

Well, I think you should start a blog. Everybody's doing it. You're quite a sassy and witty young lady, I'm sure you'd have lots to write about. I know I, for one, would love to hear more details about the things you encounter in your workplace that smell like curry. I think everyone would benefit from hearing such stories.

Let's talk soon about carpooling to school. By the way, would you like to help with the Spring Carnival silent auction baskets this year? The PTSA would love to snag you. It might even like to snog you, but I digress. You may not know what that means if you don't read Harry Potter. Did you hear HOW MANY PEOPLE tonight were talking about Stephenie Meyer? Sheesh, that girl has tipped! When you join our book club, you'll be reading all about how things tip. It will be so much fun!

Thanks for reading my blog. It's people like you who make blogging all worthwhile!

Your friend,


Monday, August 06, 2007

Not a fun morning

I woke up this morning to a big puddle on the kitchen floor and an unfrozen freezer-ful of food. It took me a long while to clean out the freezer (melted popsicle juice dripping from the top shelf, anyone?), then I just had time to bathe and feed Norah and put her back down for a nap when the doorbell rang.

It was Elliot's friend from school coming to play. That's great! We had invited him for 10 AM and he was right on time. It was also Elliot's friend from school's two parents, whom I had met very casually before, at the door, waiting to be invited in. Oh, okay, come in! Can I offer you a drink? Let's visit for a while. Excuse my pajamas, you see, we had a disaster with the freezer this morning and I'm getting a late start. I didn't mention that none of us had had a morsel of breakfast yet. So we sat and chatted. . .and chatted. . .and chatted. I dropped a subtle hint or two that I would be happy to drop their son off in a few hours if they wanted to get stuff done. No bites, so after a full 80 minutes of chatting -- with me in my pajamas, children starving -- I couldn't stand it any longer and said, "I've really got to get in the shower this morning. Really, let me bring Ryan home in a little while." And I essentially shooed them out the door.

Was that horrible of me? What would you have done? And who has that much time on their hands that mom and dad can go to a playdate with their child and sit and talk for hours? Also, if it's past 11 and you're at someone's house and she is still in her pajamas, isn't it time to excuse yourself so she can start her day? I mean, really.

Thursday, August 02, 2007

I'm on a YouTube/hymn/slideshow kick

Well, since I'm on a YouTube/hymn/slideshow kick, I thought I'd post this fantastic rendition of one of my favorite hymns. We recently got the BYU Humanities Dept. mag they send out to all their alumni, and in it was a piece about Elvis' rendition of this song, and how the half-hearted Mormon congregational version doesn't quite measure up. I'm not sure how that article ended -- I only made it through half before I was called away, but I am quite in agreement about the assessment of the first half of the article. I'm not an Elvis fan, but this rocks.

Wednesday, August 01, 2007

I like this

Emily Anne linked to BYU Combined Choir singing Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing, which led me to this. Youtube also has video of Sufjan singing it, but this was shorter, and kind of randomly cool.